To Let The Fan Choose His Tip

I was horrified to be naked infront of someone. Not just someone, but a fan. Someone that knows me. Someone that could tell the rest of my fans where I live and that I answer the door naked. It was horrifying to think about...And yet, I couldn't do anything about it. I was completely under my blackmailers thumb. That realization was like a flip being switched, causing a small wave of pleasure to appear over my body. I tried my best to shove that feeling as far back as I could as I read my blackmailers text.

B-Man: It's cute watching someone get so flustered over what I get to see every day.
B-Man: Tell him that he can get a normal tip, $15, or that he gets to choose his own nsfw tip to get instead.
B-Man: Don't forget. I'm always watching.

It wasn't until the texts that I noticed the bag of pizza boxes on the floor. He must of set them down when he rang the door bell. That wasn't important though. What was important was this new task. The fan could ask for anything, even sex! The thought of that was horrifying, especially since I wouldn't be able to refuse. I could already imagine the reddit posts of him talking about...Luckily, nobody would believe him but I'd rather not find out.

"Nixa?"

His voice took me out of my thoughts and I quickly used my hands to cover up. Only to move them to side a second later as my blackmailer reminded me that I needed to act natural, and that included keeping my private areas exposed.

"Y-Yep, it's me in the nude flesh! Ha ha..." It was the fakest laugh that I ever given and yet the fan didn't even seem to notice as he stared directly at my pussy.

"So...Why are you naked? Do you enjoy it? What am I talking about? Of course you do! Is this going to show up on a secret onlyfans or something? I'd love to sign up for it. Especially if I get to see those fingers inside that wet pussy of yours!" Normally, that would've creeped her out. Made her shut the door in his face and wished that guys weren't so creepy. Instead, she just looked down in horror, realizing that he was right. She was wet. Her juices were starting to leak out of her and onto the floor.

No. She tried her best to avoid the truth. She refused to believe that she was getting wet infront of a fan. That she was getting turned on being exposed to him.

"You know, I never would've guessed that you were shaved. The other fans are going to lose their minds when I tell them what I saw!"

She didn't even need to respond back. He was saying one humiliating, degrading thing after another and each time her pussy would quiver in response, begging to be touched again. Finally though, I spoke up, wanting to get this over with before someone walked by and saw us.

"I-I'm glad that your liking the show, but we both have places to be and things to eat." I blushed as I bent over, my breasts swaying, as I grabbed a box of pizza out of his bag. I have no clue if it's even the one that my blackmailer ordered or not, but it doesn't matter. I doubt my fan cares either.

I gestured for him to follow as I walked to my kitchen and set the box down there. "I can give you a $15 tip," which my blackmailer better pay me back for, "O-Or you can choose your own...um...T-Tip..."

His face lit up into a mischievous smirk as he answered: